Grim time, clocks stop, sirens hang in the air
red carpets under foot.

Boston, Belfast, Bagdad, it’s the same,
someone getting even,
again and again.
Balance never restored.
the death of the bomber expected and pointless
afterward, so many are dead.
Lives torn – knowing why doesn’t help the crippled.
Joy and love dismissed by vengeance,
it wasn’t explained,
no words,
nothing.